Booking it

I'm reading a book. The real kind. With a hard cover and a plastic cover over that. (just like Granny's furniture, only smaller) Ivory colored paper pages that you have to turn with your actual finger.The kind of pages you can dog-ear (even though you shouldn't. But I do. So shoot me) It's a three week book and it's from the LIBRARY. Yep. The library. L-i-b-r-a-r-y.  I've gone old school. (Confession: I keep my library card on my phone so I don't look so so old school...)

This book is heavy. Its pages all together are 2 inches thick - not counting the cover.  There are 985 of them. But that does not discourage me. It does however strain my wrist and elbow. I love Ken Follett. He writes 'em big, bold and beautifully. I am a sucker for Ken. C'mere Ken baby, let me show ya how much I love your books. Book one of his latest trilogy.  Libraries may not even exist by the time I've read all three...(And I don't think book three is out yet)

Most people would ask why I didn't Kindle this.  I hate Kindle. It's not real. I can't touch the paper. The dog-ear is electronic. And it doesn't have any booky-smell.  I love booky-smell. I think e-readers are great if you're traveling (assuming you're traveling somewhere civilized where they have plugs). They are smaller and probably more convenient. Sure,. you can slip an e-reader into your purse or your tote....but it's still a gadget. Gadgets get loopy. Out of nowhere they turn off or skip..or don't obey your command.  I have a kid like that - why would I want a book like that?

It's hard to snuggle up with a Kindle on a big chair with a cup of hot tea. It's not right. It's like sex with a vibrator. It gets the job done but there's something missing.